Northern Lights, of wisdom at night, the countess of nature, waves so bright
Lightness of sky in a magnatic sight, fading moon, the madness dimes tonight.
Intricacies swirling, emotions are frantically hurtling, it’s an Ebb and Flow of devine light…
Beauty behold the skies above, with such authenticity of colour delight.
Her bare aging bark reaches, the moment of desolation forgotten. For its the magic of an Arora sight.
